[Think you all have it bad with your flickering? Try alternating between being a nation and not.] [One moment he can feel his people, feel the slow, steady heartbeat of his land, feel the richness and...makes him Latvia - and the next he is Raibisu Garante again, and completely on his own.] [It's making him shake even worse than usual, and he may be crying a little.] St-stop taking th-them..

[Well, Latvia may be an angel covered in stitches with a miniskirt on, but she's still looking happier than she has in... maybe years.] [She's still shaking a little, but it's less than it has been, and as she walks along she's singing loudly, with strength and pride in her voice.] Dievs, svētī Latviju, Mūs' dārgo tēviju, Svētī jel Latviju, Ak, svētī jel to!

[Latvia's sitting in one of the train cars, one leg up to his chest, a lock of hair twirled around a finger. There's an oddly focused expression on his face, devoid of tears, and for some reason it appears...if Kira knows that he knows that Kira knows that he's on the train and if he can get another romance novel soon. It might be best not to distract him too much.] [Also, Latvia is clearly a code name.

[Latvia likes his Pokemon! It's soft and cute and doesn't seem to have fangs or anything else to hurt him with.] [Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to like him and is hiding in a corner, shaking.] H... [Ralts can sense emotion, and has been stuck with someone with several centuries worth of mental trauma who may well be on the murderous side of late . This is not going to be a happy partnership.

[So, Latvia as usual has gotten the short-but-adorable end of the stick with transformations.] [He's a mer-seahorse, with a cute little curly red tail and red fins on his head. The issue? He's only slightly bigger than your average normal seahorse.] [Also, he can't quite figure out swimming, so he's caught in a current.] H-help!

[He found their bodies.] [Poland and Lithuania, both dead. His family. The people who were supposed to take care of him, keep him safe.] [So, he supposes, he'll just have to keep himself safe.] [He's carrying just a flower he picked, but something about the way he's holding it and the thin smile on his face makes it all look dangerous.]

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[Tiny fairy Latvia is laying in a flower patch, his arm in a splint and one wing looking slightly crooked.] [Also, judging by the flush on his cheeks, he's also drunk.] Don't need... a-any stupid independence... ((ooc: Russia-mun, tell me if this isn't okay? Wanted to get this post in before the world changed.))

[There's something fluttering through the air around this world. At first glance it might be a smallish bird, but looking closely - ] [It's Latvia, only about three inches tall. He has delicate pink...petals, and he's carrying a daisy that's easily taller than he is. He also seems to be trailing smaller petals.] [Say hello to Latvia the flower spirit. He looks kind of terrified of the giant world.]

[Latvia's kind of an adorable little girl, with her hair in pigtails and pretty much no curves. The change is hard to notice, but it's there.] [Still, she doesn't seem to mind much, just walking around the ship and smiling to herself. If anything, she's shaking less than usual.] I-I like this w-world...